One sunny morning, Cervantes sat on the ground against the trunk of a tree, while Latinia leaned on his shoulder, having flown for the night before, and while neither the black dragon nor the goddess felt any tiredness, they did need a rest.

Even now, the black dragon still has plenty of energy, and ordinary people always need to rest after acting for a long time, but the black dragon does not feel the slightest tiredness, not only because of the bloodline, but also because of his own strength.

Because of the faint dragon power exuded on his body, the insects, ants and beasts did not dare to approach the surroundings of Cervantes, even the bears who needed to store winter fat were far away.

The creature at the top of the chain is not something they dare to mess with, no matter how brainless or stupid, no animal will come near the black dragon.

Therefore, the black dragon and the goddess can have a quiet resting environment, and they don't have to worry about being harassed by these beasts while resting, just like ordinary adventurers or mercenaries.

It was a sunny morning, Cervantes thought.

But 'wind and sun' also means leisure, and in a world where there is not much entertainment, leisure means boredom, so boring that Cervantes is reminded of the hundreds of years before he met Serena, when he often fell asleep because of boredom.

Now, he seems to have regained the feeling he used to have, but he doesn't like it at all.

This memory only brought him more boredom, he thought that the intelligence agents would be able to find them, but now, they still did not appear in front of his eyes.

This kind of boring life that irritates the dragon is not what Cervantes wants at all, although they have played those intelligence agents before, they should be able to find his traces, but why didn't they show up? Why?

The belligerent blood flowed in the veins, but Cervantes' mind was close to stagnation.

He doesn't like this kind of boredom......

He didn't want this kind of leisure—it should have come after the battle, not now!

The bleak falling leaves and the slaughtering autumn wind did not affect the decline of the black dragon at all, but under the backdrop of the two, the decline of the black dragon even the goddess of wealth was a little unbearable.

Cervantes was closing her eyes, while Latinia was admiring the scenery that was not beautiful, but she had never seen before.

The black dragon sighed continuously, which had disturbed her interest in enjoying the scenery, and was about to preach a few words in dissatisfaction, but—

"Cervantes Doig Screaming Wind !!"

From outside the woods, hundreds of feet away, a roar suddenly sounded, as if a warrior was writing a war book, and Cervantes, who was obviously closing his eyes and recuperating, but was sighing incessantly, suddenly stopped his sigh.

In an instant, just a moment, Latinia felt that the black dragon beside her had changed!

Cervantes already had a smile on his face, and he hadn't opened his eyes yet, but he had gently pushed away the head of the goddess of fortune resting on his arm.

A roar startled the birds of the forest.

Birds and animals were awakened, and the woods began to be chaotic, but Cervantes could clearly hear a footstep.

It was the footsteps of war, it was death looming - but it certainly wasn't him!

The skin slowly cracked, exposing the red veins, and the scales were covered with pieces, and the humanoid black dragon, which became more and more hideous due to the black and red, took a deep breath.

"Whew-"

The heat poured out of the mouth, and the hot air exhaled by the black dragon even evaporated the water vapor around it.

Sparks floated out from beneath the dragon's scales and landed on the dry trunks and leaves, instantly setting the forest on fire.

Black Dragon, open your eyes!

Endless flames burned in the pupils, and a contraction of the heart ignited the surrounding trees and the blood of the black dragon.

He is synonymous with fire in the world, he is fearless, he is a freak among the black dragons, he is Cervantes......

The silent blood has awakened, and the greed and madness in his soul and blood are reaching out to himself—the greed for battle, the madness of fighting!

That's right......

That's how it should be!

You should have come a long time ago...... But it doesn't matter, it's not in vain that I've waited so long for you.

Cervantes already felt it, it was a warrior who stood up to the sky, it was an indomitable warrior, it was a warrior who pursued victory!

There must have been more than one of his opponents, his enemies, but he only saw this one now.

That's a mighty warrior, that's a fearless warrior, that's a ...... Warriors who don't know whether they are alive or dead!

"Roar !!!!"

The blood was raging, the blood was burning, and the warrior strode forward, smashing everything in front of him, everything in front of him, whether it was trees or animals, and stepped into the fire, and the enemy who had already been locked on stood in the middle of the fire.

Shield strike?

No!

The warrior grinned and clenched the sword in his right hand.

Swing your sword!

Swing your sword!

Swing the sword –

Then, slash!

This is his battle, this is his victory!

So, he swung his sword!

The blade of the sword sliced through the air, sliced through the flames, sliced through the dead wood, and slashed down towards the black dragon!

"Hah!"

Cervantes smiled, laughed happily, and smiled at the sword that had slashed at him!

He didn't plan to defend, he never knew what 'defending' was, his defence was only to prepare for the next attack, his battle was only to attack, attack, and attack!

There is no defense, only offense, because offense is the best defense, so he will only attack!

So, he threw his fist – a straight punch!

The warrior and the black dragon crushed the ground under their feet at the same time, and against each other, they attacked!

No defense!

"Hahahahaha!!"

Call!

The flames were extinguished by the pressure of the wind, and the blade of the longsword sliced through the skin and bones of the dragon's wings, but embedded itself in the tense muscles of the black dragon, and then, Cervantes' fist struck the shield that the warrior held in front of his chest.

"Roaring !!!"

With his fist on the shield, the black dragon took another step forward, let out a deafening roar, and tensed the muscles of his whole body, his feet were nailed to the ground like nails, and with the twist of his waist, the black dragon pushed his arms out!

Boom –

Fighters are knocked flying!

From where he went back and forth, his feet carved two deep furrows in the ground.

"Ahem-phew!"

Spit out a mouthful of blood, the warrior looked up at the black dragon and sneered, "Heh, that's all?"

The dragon's blood dripped down the dragon's wings and set the ground on fire.

Cervantes shook his head and chuckled, "Of course not......! You're the only one?"

He protected the goddess of wealth behind him, and his fighting intent was slowly burning, but a warrior couldn't make him happy.

As soon as the black dragon's words fell, six people, including the warriors, surrounded him from six directions.

"Wow......"

Cervantes suddenly quipped to the goddess of wealth behind him, "Do you think they are here to kill me or you?"

"I don't know ......"

The Goddess of Fortune sighed, got up from the ground, and glanced at the six men, "I'm not 'familiar' with them. ”

"It may be here to kill you, but it's more likely to be here to kill me. Cervantes stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, "I have some influence on them - the inexplicable 'transcendents', the tacit and well-equipped team, found exactly where we are, let me guess ......"

The black dragon narrowed his eyes, "Well, 'the omniscient eye', right?"

Without replying, the warrior began to charge again, the sword master and the warrior monk also rushed up, the wanderer was nowhere to be found, the mage silently recited the incantation, and the ranger was half a beat slower, but also rushed in the footsteps of the sword master.

But!

Cervantes suddenly turned around and stabbed his claws through the chest of the goddess of wealth.

The goddess of fortune had a smile on her face, raised her hands and touched the black dragon's arm, and then her whole body turned into a point of light and dispersed.

Cervantes turned his back to the warrior and closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The radiance of divinity quietly bloomed in his soul!